Woohoo! Two apostles...

Well folks, it's been a while since I've been out here (now that I'm working, I'm no less pissed off, but finding the energy to rant is kinda tough...), but tonight there is reason to celebrate! Tonight the ranks of the Undead Lizard Army has swelled by 100%! Oops... sorry about the Gazuga reference, but...

It seems one other kindred soul has been reading the blog and has decided to join. Please welcome ParaPacem (which is Latin... figure it out and win a prize...) to our ranks. Okay, two followers and two or three other guys who read this is hardly "ranks," but even the longest journey starts with a single step. So...

I've actually read some of Para's stuff (you don't mind if I call you Para, do you?) before, as he reads and comments on a couple of the blogs that I do on a daily basis (Sipsey Street, baby!) and he seems to have his head screwed on right. Plus, the man looks kinda like Gazuga... if you forget the fact that he ain't 900 feet tall and doesn't have red fur and three eyes... but beggars can't be choosers, right gang (Note to self: 4 or 5 guys ain't a gang... must redo the math... or something)?

Anyway, welcome ParaPacem to Gazuga's Gazette! Please feel free to comment on any and every thing you read out here. I enjoy debate, since it fills those empty moments between breaths and beers. Besides, if there's at least two of us out here who think like I do (and that doesn't mean Frank doesn't, except he likes wrestlers...), that means we get double the bang for our buck... or euro... or junk silver.

Okay, now I'm back to the Prohibition Ale, which is pretty damn good. We have made progress tonight, uh... guys... now if there were just more of us...

Burp!
Bill

A Call To Arms... or at least, to fingers...

Okay, I'm a whore... All I've got is booze, a bad attitude, and a ton of lettuce, which I'll now throw against the wall in an inept attempt (now there's a band name!) to garner readership. Hell, I've even called in all my favors from guys who've known me for years to get them to get into this blog thing. And hopefully, you'll hear from them... at least once, any way, as they publicly deny all knowledge of me... but that's okay.

The longest voyage starts with a single footstep... that, and a reminder to go to the bathroom before we get in the car.

I've pissed, I am pissed and I'm in the damn car, dammit! Let's get this show rolling...

Cuz otherwise, it's just me and Frank... and he likes wrestlers...

Frank (or someone like him...) writes back!

I'm very pleased to say that Frank Rizzo (not his real name... or maybe it is...) has written back in response to my last rant. This in itself is good news! It means that, a: someone cares enough to write; b: someone actually reads the shit I write; or c, Frank is truly bored and from Canukistan, where folks either respond to blogs or murder everyone stuck in the ice-fishing cabin with them at the time. Personally, I'm holding out for Choice C, but only because there's something about a blood-spattered keyboard in an ice-fishing cabin that appeals to me.

Why? I don't know... my personal keyboard is usually spattered with Bushmill's and snot... I'm not sure if the two are related. Frank also relates that he's fond of wrestling... and I won't hold that against him. When I was y0ung (and that was back when we had dinosaurs for pets), I really liked The Legion of Doom. Hey, any group of people that can say "Good for us, bad for you." and mean it, are alright with me. While I don't hold much with Frank's choice of cool wrestler, he's free to worship the overly steroided Cro-Magnon of his choice. Hopefully, it's just a fan thing... hopefully...

The good news is that Frank doesn't appear to be an ATF or FBI plant... which is good news during these trying times. I figure these Nazi fucks have better things to do than respond to this hard-rockin', hard-drinkin', hard hallucinatin' idiot's blog... although paranoia can be a beautiful thing... if you're armed to the teeth... and I am... but y'all knew that.

Y'all? There's just me and Frank, for Christ's sake! And I can't trust him... he's from Canuckistan! THERE'S ONLY TWO OF US! WE'RE TRULY FUCKED!!!

Okay, back to "normal..." Frank, thanks for reading and responding. You made my day. Now I'll make yours by telling you not to take any flu shot and to start storing lots of long shelf life foods in your house... that, and ammo... oh... wait... you're not allowed guns in Canuckistan...

Sorry, dude!

Bill

Bullets, Beans, Bandaids... and Frank Rizzo?

Howdy folks!
Sorry to be away for so long, but a lot has been happening. I finally got a job after 18 months of unemployment, I'm working on a screenplay with an old friend from New York, the band is playing more important gigs (so, at age 58, I can expect that rock star status soon... right...), and now I'm embarking on my new vocation: alerting folks to the coming shit storm!

Yes, gang, it's true: we are living in interesting times. For those of you who've been permanently inundated in videogames (truly a waste of time... there, I said it...), that's an old Chinese curse. Things are bad, and they're only going to get worse. Here's a primer on what you should know by now, unless all you know is Triangle, Square, Circle, Circle, R1:

These are the bad guys; you know, kinda like all those zombies in Resident Evil: President Obongo, almost everyone in the House or Senate (Ron Paul is a good guy, though, as is Tancredo and a few others), the alphabet agencies (BATFE, CIA, FBI, etc, ad nauseum), the U.N. and all of its tentacles, the Illuminati (Rothschilds, Rockefellers, etc.) and anyone connected with the above.

These are the good guys: Mike VanDerBoegh, Dave Codrea, Alex Jones, James Welsey, Rawles (that's how he spells it, with that extra comma...), any Threeper, any Oathkeeper (if you don't know what these mean, well... I'm here to help), Ron Paul, Gerald Celente, and anyone else who loves freedom.

Now here are the sites you need to read on a daily basis to get caught up and stay informed of the coming shit storm. All of these sites advocate the same thing (bullets, beans, bandaids), with different emphases, and contain one fuck of a lot of useful, important knowledge. Read and learn!

www.sipseystreetirregulars.com
www.infowars.com
www.survivalblog.com
www.waronguns.com
www.drudgereport.com

These are just a few of the sites I read on a daily basis, and if you don't want to kick the breathing habit, you should do so as well. If you thought The Cleansing was bad, you ain't seen nothing yet! Oh yeah, just a quickie warning: don't take any flu vaccinations! Bad juju!!!

And now you're saying to yourself: Wow, Bill is really fuckin' crazy! Yes, you're right... but most of you knew that when you read Game Players or any of the other mags I worked at. Oh, I'm still fuckin' nuts, but this time, I just may be right. Trust me on this one... please...

Are any of you still wondering what Frank Rizzo means to all this? Well, here's the answer: he's my first subscriber to this blog. Now, I don't know if he's an FBI stooge, an earnest fan, or just some guy with nothing else to do, but thanks, Frank. In a way, you're responsible for this latest rant. I figured, what the hell? I got one fan, so I might as well write some more.

Thanks, Frank! By the way, if you are a BATFE or FBI agent, you get no more free Wacos! Get it? Write back real soon!

Beer:30! I'm outa here!
Bill

Obongo is not just for the news any more!

This is for everyone who's just as tired of the MSM (Lame Stream Media) worshiping Obongo as I am. Get this... they're not just pushing the Kenyan Kommie in the news... they're also doing it in the commercials... you know, those little bits of shit that interrupt your viewing "pleasure" and push product pronto? Well, Obongo is out there as well... here's the biggest example.

Miller Brewing is currently running commercials featuring a big, fat black guy who evidently is a beer truck driver. His main gig is taking away beer from folks who've paid for it and re-distributing it to folks who haven't, all based on their social status.

Now maybe Obongo thinks this is a good thing (just look at how he's destroying the American free market system), but personally, I'm tired of people telling me what I can or cannot have based on how I live my life.

I hope you all will excuse me for what's following, but: fuck welfare, fuck Communism and fuck Obongo! I'd like to apologize for the crudeness of this post, but it's rehearsal night, and I've had a few...

I've also had enough of Obongo...

Back From The Bingofest

I'm just gonna come right out and say it: I have an addiction. To be perfectly honest, though, I have several addictions: freedom, big guns, really loud, fast music, alcohol... and poker. I love poker. It's my dream to have a seat at the World Series Of Poker and, to that end, I've been playing in Freeroll tournaments for the last month... 10 hours a day... and guess what, gang? I'm pissed off!

What pisses me off about these tournaments is a certain kind of player: The Bingo. For the unenlightened, The Bingo is a player who will go all in no matter what his cards are: King/Four is just fine for The Bingo, as long as he catches a break on the flop, turn or river.

Now here's the sore spot: what the hell are these idiots thinking? Let's say that, somehow, The Bingo wins a seat at the WSOP. So there he is, TV coverage, seat with the best, big pile of chips... and then the moron is gonna go all in with a Queen Three on the first hand? Evidently, stupidity has no shame.

These guys ruin a tournament for people who actually know how to play Poker. They skew the odds and discourage smart play. Okay, for those of you who'll say "It's entirely legal to do that!," I'm gonna say it's also totally legal to play touch football on the freeway at night, but you ain't doing the sport any good...

I promise to get into more serious subjects later, but I just had to vent on this one. Now, back to the Bingofest!

A Beginning At The End

Howdy,
My name is Bill Donohue and, if you let me, I'll chew your ear off with my opinions, which may be only slightly better than if I'd used my teeth. I'm new to this... well, that's not entirely true. I did write for my old job's blog for a while. I was working for a videogame magazine called PSM and I did a blog called Bill's Breakfast Blog. Yeah, I know... not too original, but the writing was, any way.

Since I'm now among the great unwashed (read unemployed), I figured what better time to start pissing people off than now, when that's exactly what most of the sheeple need?

I'll be ranting and raving (minus the Ecstacy) on a number of subjects every day. If you like what you read, that's great. If you don't and it pisses you off, that's even better!

So what do you say, kiddies? Out here, I'm God, so let's get started!